I woke up with my face squished against the bed with the smell of strong coffee in the air. I opened my eyes to see a completely naked Phil siting crisscrossed in front of me with a cup of coffee pulled up to his mouth.
"Phil, what the hell?" I questioned as I sat up.
"Well, get down there," he said pointing to his lap.
"Wha--I just woke up," I mumbled up.
"Well I guess you just won't get that breakfast I made for you will you?" He looked serious which was confusing.
"Are you serious?" I asked, running my hand through my hair.
"Dead," he added. "Cmon now, we've got to get to work soon." He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. "Don't make me force you."
"You're just joking right? You wouldn't."
"Well if you truly knew me you'd know."
"What is your problem?"
"I have a hateful ass boyfriend who doesn't give a fuck about me."
"Phil, I-"
"Never mind," he growled as he got up and pulled on his boxers. "Don't come to work today, you're sick."
"Okay," I whispered as he left the room.
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